"Well, thank you. I appreciate you saying that," Natasha said, shuffling the cards in her hands in a quick, practiced shift. And she did; it wasn't a sentiment that she was entirely certain was true, but then again, she hadn't been entirely certain that James would help her out as he'd done. Mostly sure, but nothing was ever definite, and the crux of it was the same: that he hadn't wanted to see her hurt by what would happen if he didn't step in. She supposed it wasn't impossible for Scott to feel similarly.
She looked back at the cards after she'd shuffled them in her hands, then laid her first one down. Not a great hand, but then, you played the ones you were dealt.
"But as you pointed out, I'm fine," she told him, and if that was really all he'd meant to say, then that would be enough to put it at ease, Clint's take on the matter aside. "Everything was aboveboard and consensual and nothing happened that I wasn't prepared for or all right with. I can't be expected to live my life around what makes Clint comfortable."